Nothing quite reminds me of the circular nature of our lives like Fall. Each year I find myself in similar places, wondering around winding trails, getting my socks wet trying to capture the way leaves look in the trickling streams that crawl below the simmering changing leaves. The air changes. Everything exists with the awareness of the season’s punctuation mark. Yesterday, infinite breath-taking beauty met me around every corner. I could have clicked for hours if the sun weren’t getting ready to leave us for the day.